Author's Note: Because Thrill Pair is love. 'Twas posted on my LJ a while ago—just getting around to posting it here.
Disclaimer: If I owned Prince of Tennis, Thrill Pair would be canon. ::koff:: Wait…it already is…::koff: Really.
Warning: Sh-ai. Sadism. Fuji.
Masochism
inspired by Jaelle
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"Yada."
Fuji considered wheedling and then discarded the idea as being too out of character. He gave the sullen boy standing in front of him an appraising look. "It's just an accessory, Ryoma," he said with a sunny smile.
"Yada," Ryoma repeated, glaring.
"You're not frightened, are you?"
There was a moment of silence, during which the shorter boy increased the intensity of his glare, before he snapped, "I am not wearing that collar, Fuji-sempai."
Fuji sighed and set down the black leather collar with the word "MINE" stitched in white across it. "Saa," he sighed mournfully, "you'd have looked so cute in it too." He suppressed a smile at the scowl that comment elicited. "I don't see why you're so upset," he said mildly, crossing his arms. "Are you ashamed of letting everyone know that you're my boyfriend?"
Ryoma opened his mouth then snapped it shut just as quickly. He determinedly said nothing.
Another sigh. "Well, then, I guess I'll see myself out."
Ryoma blinked. Fuji was heading toward the door. "Where are you going?" he demanded.
"Home, of course." Fuji tilted an indecipherable smile over his shoulder at the younger boy.
"But we have a date!" A petulant note crept into his voice.
"Maa, how can we be dating if you're too ashamed to be recognized as my boyfriend, Ryoma-kun?"
"…"
Fuji shrugged. "Ja ne." He slid his hand over the door handle.
"Wait!"
The tensai turned. He wore a questioning expression impeccably; it was impossible to guess at any emotion other than polite inquisitiveness.
Ryoma clenched his hands into fists and then bit his lip momentarily, looking indecisive. He finally loosened his fists and heaved a long-suffering sigh, as if he knew what he was taking upon himself. In a very small voice, he said, "I'll wear it."
Fuji's face broke out into a bright smile. "Wonderful!" He strode across the room and picked up the collar from wear it laid on the bed, turning towards his boyfriend with swift intent.
"But only for one day!" protested boy wonder, hoping to save at least some of his dignity.
"Saa, if you say so," agreed Fuji, hands already busy at work sliding the leather around Ryoma's neck. A telltale smirk played at his lips when he finished a few moments later, surveying his work with a critical eye. "Lovely," he announced in his soft voice, tone betraying nothing but faint amusement.
Ryoma tugged at the leather, a resigned sort of annoyance in his movements. At least, he thought, eyeing his boyfriend warily, few people would know to whom the "MINE" referred to. That was something to be grateful for, in any case.
Then Fuji, still smiling, pulled a long length of black leash from his pocket and clipped it to the collar.
Ryoma wondered what part of him was masochistic enough to date this sadist.
"Fuji-senpai."
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